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Dec 2016
I wake up like this;
toothache, slowly, sweating and
over the covers.

Speak lowly of me
if you think I did you wrong.
I change names often.

Though I'm not hiding,
my movement mimics prey and
gives thanks to hunters.

Seasonal regards.
I can't get it off my mind
so I sleep like this.
Austin Heath
Written by
Austin Heath  Cleveland, OH
(Cleveland, OH)   
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   Azaria and Megan
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